Mahnoor Lorelei Bianchini's pov
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"To their credit, it's not just them. All of my students are like that."
"I doubt I will," I mumbled under my breath, and though I'm sure they heard it, I pretended they didn't. "Alright, I'll take my things to my dorm and meet you for this... gathering."
"The gathering is more important," he growled.
"Not to me," then, the second they blinked, before they could open their eyelids again, I stopped time, then I used one of my abilities as partially storm dragon, which is speed, to get to my dorm in the other side of the castle.
My family told me to avoid using my unique gift like when people could see it, but it's not like anyone in here will guess that I can control time. And what the hell could they even do about it? Nothing can go against time. It's literally time, come on, and I'm not abusing it either, and right now it's necessary.
So, I went to my dorm, unlocked my dorm, put my stuff there, changed my clothes to a training uniform with high-waist black leggings, with a tank top, and my dark red Prada trainers, styling my loose long hair into twin root braids, then I grabbed my 3-liters bottle of cold water and went back to stand in front of them. Only then, did I stare down at my sharp emerald green nails and made time flow again.
When I looked up to the professor, I doubt he has ever been as puzzled as he might be now, "I'm good, we can go now."
"What the fuck?" Nikko gasped. "How,"
"How did you do that?" Mr. Leclercq questioned.
"Do what?" I played dumb.
"Changed!" They both gasped.
"Magic?" I scoffed. "It's nothing special, just a little trick I learned," I rolled my eyes to make a fake point. "Didn't you say your gathering was more important to you, Mr. Leclercq? What are we doing here then? Come on, lead the way, please."
"I blinked," he frowned.
"Everyone blinks," I blinked to make another point.
"What the hell?" He gasped and turned around, then began to lead the way. "What the hell?" He asked himself again. "What the,"
"Hell?" I mocked. "You've said that, thrice. Don't overthink, it was really just a stupid trick."
"You are lying," Nikko accused me.
"You think I'm a mirror or something?" I mocked and he glared daggers at me, so, I looked at anything but him towering over me with his 2.17m, 47cm more than me, humiliating is the word. "So, those flying classes with solely be for us that can fly, right?"
After a minute, he sigh, "That was the idea, but now, with the threat of the demons lurking around the surface, the headmaster together with the world council," made by the six Kings and Queens of the world, "decided to make so everyone in here would learn how to fly if they could, and how to fly on those who can in case they are injured and can't fly or transform to fly, and the later will be available for kids who can't fly too, so everyone would be able to help actively in a future war."
Dread ran down my spine, and when I remembered the dreams, or better yet, the nightmares I've been having since I left Zeus' ground in May, haunted me, making me tense and clench my jaw, "Do you think there will be a war, professor?"
I could tell both him and Hetherington tensed up, with a reason, especially when we are talking about having the Seven Demon Lords and their King as our enemies, the great enemies of all the un-natural races of the surface, ocean, and above. "I fear so," he muttered after long pause.
The horrible shivers that went down my spine made me hug my own arms, "Nobody is flying on my back!" I said, trying to break this terrible mood.
"Unfortunately, Arianna, we can't choose that," he growled distraught next to me, which tells me he also said the same thing to the professor and got an answer he didn't like.
"What bat boy said," the professor scowled.
I couldn't hold the mocking gasp that left my lips at how he called Nikko, because I just know he must absolutely hate it. And I bet Leclercq knows it.
"That will depend on how useful you would be while flying. Per example, if in case of war, you are set in a squadron, and your companions are hurt and cannot transform but you can, you will need to know how to fly with people on your back to take them to safety. Or better yet, if you are sent in a mission, in a possible war, to rescue survivors of a village that was attacked by demons, you will need to fly them on your back to save their lives. That's why dragons are essential for our forces, and why they need the upmost training here, and why the bigger they are, the most useful in battle they will be."
"I don't like the idea of having anyone on my back," I scowled, cringing.
"Unfortunately, Arianna, we don't get a saying," Nikko growled just as disgusted.
"I told you to stop calling me that!" I snapped.
"And I told you I won't stop it," he retorted annoyed, "Arianna," he added just to provoke me.
But before I could hit him, the professor got in the middle of us, "Stop it, you two. You sound worse than your fathers."
"I'll will do way worse than mine did, I'll kill him like he didn't kill his daddy," I snapped.
"As if you could," he mocked.
"Nobody is going to kill nobody here," he growled stressed. "We could be at war by the end of this or next school year, by the end of your last year even, and if not then, after you've graduated, war will happen we like it not, sooner or fucking later, but it won't change the fact that we need the both of you, you are the strongest kids in the gods-damned academy, we cannot afford to lose any of you, when you are such great assets for our side. So, can you stop it?" Leclercq pretty much yelled.
We both flinched, glared at each other, then away. For a change, none of us had anything to go against what this bastard of a professor said, because it's true. My parents talked to me about this, and I'm sure his did too, he may be my rival, and the Hetheringtons be the Bianchinis', but the demons are our common enemy, and if they are against us, we cannot afford being against each other, even if it's just for a momentarily white flag, to go against them and against one another after we've dealt with them.
But it doesn't fucking change how infuriating his ass is, or how he angers me like no-fucking-body else does, and on bloody purpose.
Not saying I'm innocent on this, because I ain't.